"Hey…" Zhang Hei spoke softly as he gently pushed Jun's body away from him, and then his hands moved to cup the young man's face before continuing, "There is no smoke without fire, and it was Wang Huan Yin who started the fire between the two of you. You had nothing to do with his death."
Even if Zhang Hei's voice sounded firm as if he was scolding the white-haired man, his gaze was the gentlest the white-haired man had ever seen in his life, but that only made him feel worse as he shook his head.
"But he started to feel insecure because of my presence in the group. If I hadn't joined ZHUI, he would have lived peacefully as an idol, and he wouldn't have died in vain either. I was the one who indirectly caused his death."
